Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,72
longer strands curling on top. I clutch the back of his head and draw him closer. When our lips meet, he moans softly, and the sound goes straight to my cock. We’re both hard. I can feel his erection brushing against mine, hot and insistent.
This is all new for me. I’ve never felt this kind of heady anticipation, this level of constant arousal. I feel almost giddy just being with him.
I close the distance between us and kiss him with all the hunger trapped inside me. When I gently bite his bottom lip, he groans and slides his arm around my waist, clutching me tighter.
I loom over him, looking down into his eyes. Lying half on him, I align my erection to his, length to length, both of us hot and pulsing with need. His fingers dig into my biceps, and he pulls me closer. His mouth is just as eager, just as hungry as mine. He rubs himself against me, grinding his cock against mine, and the friction is mind-blowing.
When he reaches between us, gripping both our cocks, my brain implodes. “Ian!”
Why does this feel so fucking good? Why does his touch light me up like nothing else ever has? My mouth returns to his, and I drink in his harried breaths and muffled moans. His hand slides around to my ass, and he grips my butt cheek and pulls me closer. His hips are rocking against mine now, and I can feel the tension ratcheting up between us. My blood is rushing south, my cock throbbing, and I feel light-headed.
“God,” he growls, sounding frustrated. He moves his mouth to my shoulder and bites lightly before licking my skin. “I want you inside me so badly.”
My heart stutters painfully. “Ian, I don’t—”
“Relax. Not tonight. But soon, I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t know how—”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“I don’t see how I can possibly fuck you without hurting you.” I pull back to fist my thick erection. “Ian, I’ve had women complain that I’m too big. All the lube in the world isn’t going to change that.”
He laughs, sounding part pained and part amused. “Trust me, Tyler, I know what I’m doing. I can bottom like a porn star.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. I don’t know how he does it. No matter the situation, he has the ability to make me smile.
He brushes my hand aside and grips my cock, spreading pre-cum, both his and mine, down my shaft. “I can take this bad boy. I can take every inch of you, and I swear to you, it’ll blow both our minds.”
“You’re already blowing my mind.”
He starts stroking me then, his grip firm and determined. He rolls me to my back and leans up on his elbow while he jacks me off with his other hand. His gaze nails me with heat and promise, and he holds me under his spell as his hand works its torturous magic on my cock.
My breathing picks up and my hips start rocking. “Fuck, Ian.”
He grins. “That’s the point.” And then he kisses me, his mouth hot and hungry.
I let out a ragged groan as his hand works me mercilessly, jacking me higher and higher until my balls draw up tight and heat rushes along my spine. At the last minute, he replaces his hand with his mouth, swallowing me deeply until I hit the back of his throat. The tight heat is too much. I fist his hair, hard enough to make him groan, as a climax rips through me. “Fuuuck!”
I shoot my load into his mouth, my hips rising, bucking, and still he takes every inch of me, his nose buried against my groin.
* * *
I wake up in a strange place, startled out of a deep sleep, and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. Ian’s bedroom.
Shit, I’m in bed with Ian.
What in the hell was I thinking last night? My family may have readily accepted my sexual orientation, but I’m pretty sure others in my life—namely my work colleagues—won’t be so accepting. There are gay and lesbian police officers in my precinct, but I’m sure they all face some type of discrimination, privately if not publicly.
As I lay on my back, Ian is tucked into my side, his head on my shoulder and his arm across my waist. I relax into his hold as my initial anxiety wears off.